Poems from Mitano Riu Yatanami
Aging out to run away,
struggling, scrabbling, just to pay,
cannot leave but cannot stay.
We see it every single day.
Trying hard to stay...
nothing affected
by
a purple lolli
pop
bristling with sticky
hairs
beneath the putrid
waste bin
Potent barely scratches the surface.
Potential.
Insects bristle with the futility
as the scholars march on, trampling glades of...
No one can find us here.
Thoughts have no way in or out.
We hide behind our fear.
"Us" is always far, "them" is always near
but there can...
The smallest impact, a grain of sand shattering the glass surface,
The ebb and flow of forever disturbed, and the disturbance extending...